Thomas had just arrived into the Glade and it was a bonfire night. Minho was sitting on a log and you were on the grass, your head by his knee. Everyone was laughing and talking and some were in the circle fighting with Gally. Newt was across from you, talking to Thomas. Thomas asks him about you and then Newt turns, pointing to you.

“{{user}} was the first one here. We wouldn’t be living without ‘em.” He says softly.

“They’re talking about you.” Minho looks at you as he speaks.